Re: A Thorn In The Hand IC
"Evasive fellow, aren't you? said Verossa, tossing her hair back as she caught up. "Well, just so long as you're not a Soulcaster. Or a Spellmind. Or a Spellthief. Or whatever they're called."
She flexed her fingers absently, letting the sun reflect from the brass knuckle-studs and the black leather clasping the back and palm of her hand.
"Back in my last company, they used to say I had a Spellthief's hands," she said in a low voice. "But I had to get rid of them during the retreat from Barnflaed. The ranger's wolves had to eat something. I think it would be for the best if we let the grand Dame address us first. Don't want to look forward. Or uncouth."
The Southern Comforters
"i may only truly contribute to this game because it is so damned awesom and marlow is the bomb. plus i love the chemistry we all have"